[It's almost cliche the sound he makes, loud and heavy and certainly audible. Jin's constant desire to wear himself thin in the face of danger isn't one of Asher's favorite things to deal with, but it is what makes the archer lovable- Despite his loud mouth and shitty attitude, he really does try.]
Dude.
[Jin's words have all the fight of a newborn baby taking a nap, and while his legs shift in protest just slightly, his body doesn't give Asher any trouble either.]
Out there is, like, at least a solid ten miles away.
[Asher raises a brow quizzically. He adopts a more whimsical tone, though his usual outlandish humor is dimmed by the weight tugging at his own eyelids.]
So, up? Or...
[Dark eyes watch Jin's hand fall.]
Down 'cause... It doesn't look like you're really goin' anywhere.
[A chuckle, not quite a laugh because even Asher is too exhausted to do so some days.
The bed itself is nicer than many they've come across in their travels. It's strange to think that Asher's notion of rest and suitable places to sleep has changed so much in the past year or so- Comfort, nighttime, quiet... Jin has been the constant through all of it, whether they were snuggled under clean linens or passed out concrete floors.]
C'mon.
[Asher slides in besides the other man, leaning over to press a kiss to the back of Jin's ear.]
[Jin stirs, but only just. His eyelids squeeze tightly, as if willing himself to open them wide again-- and he relaxes, breathing out a sigh through his nose.
He's got a weak spot. War, rebellion, catastrophe, the stability of the multiverse itself: all of it can wait, for at least a few hours, if it's Asher persuading him to take that rest.]
Wake me up in five, babe.
[He knows Asher won't. Not for a bunch of rebels who are miles away, and not when other members of their team are on call too. Somehow he's coming to terms with that even half-asleep, and he inches closer to the warmth in his bed.]
...fifteen.
[Maybe pretending to make the effort will count for something later.]
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Dude.
[Jin's words have all the fight of a newborn baby taking a nap, and while his legs shift in protest just slightly, his body doesn't give Asher any trouble either.]
Out there is, like, at least a solid ten miles away.
Let's chill for right now, okay? Jesus.
[something something blanket pulling]
Move over.
[in a tired mommy voice:]
I'll tuck ya in.
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Ngh.
[He'll never have it in him to actually resent Asher, but ten miles isn't that bad? for another hour or two???? it's fine.]
Don't, I'm good. Up in a sec.
[His hand moves to slap Asher's away, but all he accomplishes is dragging his hand over his partner's sluggishly. go the fuck to sleep jimbo]
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So, up? Or...
[Dark eyes watch Jin's hand fall.]
Down 'cause... It doesn't look like you're really goin' anywhere.
[A chuckle, not quite a laugh because even Asher is too exhausted to do so some days.
The bed itself is nicer than many they've come across in their travels. It's strange to think that Asher's notion of rest and suitable places to sleep has changed so much in the past year or so- Comfort, nighttime, quiet... Jin has been the constant through all of it, whether they were snuggled under clean linens or passed out concrete floors.]
C'mon.
[Asher slides in besides the other man, leaning over to press a kiss to the back of Jin's ear.]
I missed you.
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He's got a weak spot. War, rebellion, catastrophe, the stability of the multiverse itself: all of it can wait, for at least a few hours, if it's Asher persuading him to take that rest.]
Wake me up in five, babe.
[He knows Asher won't. Not for a bunch of rebels who are miles away, and not when other members of their team are on call too. Somehow he's coming to terms with that even half-asleep, and he inches closer to the warmth in his bed.]
...fifteen.
[Maybe pretending to make the effort will count for something later.]